Parsley, your awareness picks up that the Namekian is a bit stronger than you, the blue skinned man is way stronger than even that, and a crap ton of Hakai and Temporal and Creational energy is swirling in the room.


Inanna, your shout causes almost a comical turn of Stine’s head, the Angel having only a moment to process what’s happening before your blow lands.


The blow is powerful, and it does turn his head and fling him backwards off Sihn. But to you it was like hitting a solid wall, your fist throbs in pain.

Sihn gasps, angry bruises on his throat, as he rolls to his side, aims, and fires two shots. The searing white bullets take Stine in the chest and actually seems to effect the Angel. One of the bullets pins Stine’s left arm to the wall, another seems to burn into his gut.